I mean, on paper... my life looks perfect, and I look happy... Good grades, good friends... lovely smile that i carry around. But i'm not happy. And my life is no where near perfect. I won't lie and say that i'm never happy.. I am. But mostly, i'm just... broken. And the oh so lovely smile that i carry around? It’s for my friends, that are there for me no matter what. It’s for my mom, who I watched die in front of my very own eyes. It’s for my boyfriend, that can always put a smile on my face. It’s for my grandparents, that have taught me that no matter where life takes us everything will happen for a reason. It’s for my aunt and uncle, that have welcomed me into their home and kept me safe through everything. It’s for life, because even at times it might feel impossible… well that’s just a part of it. And sometimes you might want to give up, but giving up is for the weak.. And I know one thing to be true, I’m no where near weak.

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